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Carregando... Finding Baba Yagade Jane Yolen
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Registre-se no LibraryThing tpara descobrir se gostará deste livro. Ainda não há conversas na Discussão sobre este livro. DNF about half way through. The concept is so intriguing, but the execution was lacking, I felt. Some lines were hauntingly beautiful, but overall the poetry was very average. A few too many clichés for my liking, though I am picky that way. ( ) Quick read for my subway ride while I figured out how to download my next book. I'm sometimes skeptical of books in verse, and the "chapters" in this one were a bit hit-or-miss for me. Most were pretty much there to move the plot along, so not a ton of introspection from the main character. Things get more fairy-tale-like as the book progresses, though with clever ties to the modern world to ground the reader--or perhaps confuse them? It's a little too fantasy to be magical realism. I would have liked a little more about the Baba, and perhaps a few more realistic anchors in the almost full-on-fantasy climax. But still, enjoyable with some real gems in the text. Anyway, it's such a short book that I'd recommend you take a little time to read it, if you're curious. Quote Round-Up p. 21) Sometimes a bad word is punctuation to a bad day. p. 23) Angels are always clean. Through the bubbles I ask: What about feather mites? p. 48) This is a place of correspondence, perpetual conversation, letters written in the air. River asks a question, rock asks one back. Aspen asks birch, birch asks bracken, bracken asks earth, earth holds all answers tight against her breast. p. 85) Cauldron: I just love this whole poem/chapter for subverting fairy tale tropes with modern conveniences, but also pointing out both that there are magical things in our mundane world, and that things we now consider magical may once have been mundane. p. 103) ...both so engrossed in looking at themselves looking at themselves. Strikes me as pretty relevant to our social media-obsessed culture. Just thinking about myself, aren't we always eager to see who has been looking at our posts, and aren't we then more likely to look at and respond to theirs in return? We appreciate people who appreciate us. This can be a good and important thing, but the way it's happening in the Baba's house is much like some unhealthy relationships that might form either because of social media or in young people, like Vasilisa. p. 119) Like the piano player, I have memory in my fingertips. I watch words spill out creating worlds, inventing colors, bridging generations. ... ...the memory of creation is here in my fingers, as they hold fast to the feather weight of Baba Yaga's pen. p. 125) Baba Yaga swears at objects... ... She doesn't swear at people. That's what spells are for, she says as she teaches me the words. I've never heard such a good summary of my personal philosophy of swearing. It always seemed kind of stupid, to not mind swearing in most cases when it's at objects or as grammar, but to be deeply uncomfortable when swearing becomes weaponized in a specific attack. But hat's how I feel, and I guess I might not actually be alone. Nice quasi-update of the Baba Yaga story. I love how Yolen incorporates Vasilisa into the tale and creates a strong context of Natasha's desperate search for a better home. I'm not sure if I knew Finding Baba Yaga was to be a novel in verse when I first heard about it, but I have mixed feelings about the use of the format here now that I've read it. Many of the poems do pop, but I was fully intrigued by the story and would have loved more detail than a N-I-V tends to provide. Still, this is another strong output in Yolen's oeuvre--I look forward to recommending it, especially to teens--and I always welcome new Baba Yaga stories. :) ******** Many thanks to Tor and Net Galley for the advanced copy of this book. sem resenhas | adicionar uma resenha
In this contemporary poetic retelling of the iconic myth, a teenage girl fleeing an abusive home takes refuge in the woods with a fairy-tale witch.
A harsh, controlling father. A quiescent mother. A house that feels like anything but a home. Natasha gathers the strength to leave, and comes upon a little house in the wood: a house that walks about on chicken feet and is inhabited by a fairy tale witch. In finding Baba Yaga, Natasha finds her voice, her power, herself. -- adapted from back cover Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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